Apothecary Armchair

"Apothecary Armchair"
 Watching a snowflake
 Fall on a jet stream
 On my island, on my island
 Solitude my companion
 In this room full of strangers
 On my island
 Waiting for you to visit
 To release me
 From my island, my island
 Your smile breaks the silence
 And I work to catch my breath
 Apothecary armchair
 Your beauty is more than
 The day I first met you
 So nice to see you
 Who am I to be
 When this breath ends
 On my island, my island
 Rivers run dry
 Quaint & ----
 On my island, on my island
 Waiting for you to visit
 To release me
 From my island, my island
 Memories made from you
 Wave goodbye behind them
 So nice to see them go
 You unveil the unknown
 As I pass on in
 The apothecary armchair